Peach wood

I don't know what Cunxue did to the puppet's eyes. Since Shuhuai met its eyes, the headache has never stopped. After returning to the Crystal Palace, there was no sign of improvement until nightfall. Only slightly eased.

Shuhuai closed his eyes, and felt that his thinking was active again. It seemed that there was nothing serious, but there was a restlessness in the mahogany sword again, presumably the puppet was unwilling to be trapped, and was still rampaging in the illusion.

The demon tree has been appeased and belonged to Taomu, and it is not clear whether it can restrain the fake dragon.

A furry thing suddenly rubbed against the cheek, and it made the pockets of the book itchy, so I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch it.The hairy creatures on the bottom of the sea, except for the green turtle, is the little demon king, and the former is cold and hard, but the object under his hands is soft and hot, and the book pocket goes down the opponent's back, and it feels a non-stop shaking. This thing is Mo Yun's tail, that's right.

"Why?" Shuhuai buried half of his face between the quilts, lazily playing with the little black dog's ears. The little dog stuck out its tongue, licked his fingertips, and then arched itself into his arms.

This series of movements can be described as extremely proficient. When the book was arched like this, he suddenly remembered that Mo Yun pretended to be asleep this morning. He immediately opened his eyes, slipped the little black dog to the other side of the bed, and ordered: "You are good!" sleep."

Shuhuai's double standards are extremely serious. He has always been the only one who can hug others. If others want to hug him, he thinks that the other party is taking advantage of him.But Mo Yun didn't understand this. Whatever the little demon king likes, he must hug him. This is the first time he was pushed away by Shu Huai, perhaps because of the influence of his young body, he felt wronged and cried bitterly. stand up.

The little black dog huddled under the quilt, buried his head between his two front paws, and cried loudly. This scene was so miserable no matter how you looked at it. A sense of guilt surged into Shuhuai's heart. He stretched out his hand in embarrassment and poked Mo Yun's. But the back foot was kicked away, the little black dog's ears drooped, and the chirping sound became louder.

Let him cry like this, I'm afraid Changqing will come tomorrow to accuse him of child abuse, Shuhuai frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

Mo Yun is not ugly, and being hugged by him will not lose a piece of meat, why bother about such a trivial matter?

Shuhuai had adhered to the principles and bottom line for hundreds of years, but he became vulnerable in an instant. He leaned over and dug out the little black dog, hugged it in his arms and lay back down again.

Compared with the puppet made by the natural god, the demon tree supported by the immortal is better than the latter. In the early morning of the next day, Shuhuai was awakened by the surging spiritual power in the mahogany sword. He yawned and lay down on the bed in a state of depression , I don't want to get up at all.

Telling people to get up early, the sky is struck by thunder, as long as they don't wake up naturally, Shuhuai will be full of anger, but Taomujian has no soul, and will not talk to him, no matter how hard he scolds, it is useless, this sword should be tossed Still have to toss.

"Fengyi, beast." Shuhuai was so annoyed that he got up, muttering, "Cunxue, beast."

Mo Yun had woken up a long time ago, and was lying beside Shuhuai in a daze at the moment, while his mind was wandering, he suddenly heard Shuhuai scolding other people's beasts, so he laughed and said: "What's wrong with them, you will be scolded early in the morning. "

"Go away too, go wherever it's cool." Shuhuai pushed him angrily, the little demon king rolled his eyes, and answered shamelessly: "It's cool here, I won't move gone."

"Little ancestor, I beg you to show some face!" Shuhuai rolled his eyes, and pressed down on the restless mahogany sword beside the pillow.Mo Yun had sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of his movements, and immediately understood why he wanted to drive him out. It must be that the demon tree failed to suppress the fake dragon, and the master needed to do it.

After thinking about this point clearly, the little demon king was even more unwilling to leave. He changed into an extremely coquettish posture and lay on his side on the bed, raised his chin and looked towards the book pocket, and started today's pretentious journey: "Are you going to suppress me?" Live in that tree, or do you want to clean up that dragon? You were too tired yesterday, and you should have no energy, would you like me to help you?"

He made a lot of sense, Shuhuai is indeed still very tired and lacks energy, but he doesn't want to listen to Mo Yun's opinion at all, he thinks that peach wood is his sword, and if there is a problem with his saber, of course he has to deal with it himself , Do not give false hands to others.In addition, although Mo Yun has established some kind of connection with Taomu, even Shuhuai is not sure whether Taomu will have a negative impact on him. Shuhuai is unwilling to take this risk and asks the little demon king to help.

So Mo Yun heard Shu Huai give a brief "oh", and then he was kicked off the ground.

"Are you going? If you don't go, I will go." Shuhuai sat on the bed, looking down at him.

"..."

The little demon king swallowed his anger: "I'll go."

The door closed with a click, Mo Yun sat outside leaning against the wall and continued to lose his mind, Shuhuai stretched, slowly got out of bed, washed slowly, changed clothes slowly, and picked up the sword slowly.

The moment he held the mahogany, the bastard saber couldn't wait to move, releasing a huge puppet from the blade.

The fake dragon was about to crush the book to death. He struggled for a long time before crawling out from under the puppet's belly. He was full of anger, and after he recovered his breath, he immediately opened his mouth and cursed: "I'll kill your whole family!"

But the puppet doesn't have a whole family for him to kill. After thinking about it, he felt that this statement was not right, so he changed his words and scolded again: "You orphan who has no one to teach!"

After cursing this sentence, he felt that it was quite appropriate, and nodded in satisfaction.

The puppet was also a dead thing, and couldn't understand what he was cursing, but some of the things set up by Cunxue remained. It followed the prestige and looked towards the book, and immediately opened its mouth wide, ready to gnaw it down.Shuhuai saw that it was missing a few teeth in its mouth, probably the ones lost by Mo Yun.

The shape of the fake dragon at this time is still not small, but compared with the previous appearance, it can be seen that it has been weakened by the spiritual energy in the peach wood sword, and its tail is still connected to the sword body. Holding it in his hand, he cut his palm with the blade and sprinkled a few drops of blood on it.

The branches of the demon tree can penetrate into the body of the book, and be purified by him and merged with the peach tree. However, it is obviously not possible to use this method to deal with puppets.Shuhuai couldn't think of any other way for the time being, but he felt that washing the sword with blood was the most suitable method. Since the aura couldn't restrain it, and the human body couldn't hold it, then let the blood drip on its head and forcefully wrap it in it.

Sure enough, as the blood dripped, the fake dragon was sucked in by the Taomu sword again, but it was a pity that Taomu swallowed such a small section but did not move. After a moment of silence, the puppet struggled again, and the book was not stable. Almost dropped the sword to the ground.

"It wasn't your flesh that was cut, so you don't feel the pain." Shuhuai sighed, complaining about his sword, then cut another cut, and continued to drip blood on the puppet.

Perhaps influenced by his words, Taomujian devoured more vigorously. In a blink of an eye, half of the puppet was sucked in, but the other half remained outside.At this time, Shuhuai couldn't stop the blood supply no matter what, because once he stopped, the fusion process of the puppet and the mahogany would be interrupted, and the previous efforts would be in vain.

If you want not to bleed more, you have to bleed all at once, probably for this reason.

Shuhuai rolled his eyes, feeling that he was too persecuted by this sword, and he was not like its owner at all.

Mo Yun's sense of smell is very good. Sitting outside the door, he suddenly smelled a vague smell of blood.At first he sniffed, thinking he had made a mistake, but as time went on the smell grew stronger and came directly from the room behind him.

The little demon king jumped up all of a sudden, and looked at the door vigilantly. He put his ears on it to listen, but found that it was too quiet inside, only the sound of light breathing remained.He couldn't help suspecting that the puppet had hurt Shuhuai, and he was flustered immediately. He didn't care about Shuhuai telling him to stay outside, so he removed the door panel again.

Shu Huai was frightened by the sound of the door being opened, and the bloody cut was deeper. Mo Yun saw that his hands were covered with blood, and a large amount of bright red was sprinkled on the sword and stained on the body of the fake dragon. He thought he had been bitten, He quickly ran to the nearby side, snatched the mahogany sword from his hand, and wanted to deal with this puppet himself.However, the Little Demon King inadvertently found that the wound was neat, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. He frowned and looked at Shu Huai, and asked, "What's the purpose of this move? You can't even suppress the spiritual energy, so you have to use blood directly to treat it." Pressure?"

"Don't move around, it hasn't been completely locked in yet, be careful that it bites your hand." Shuhuai didn't want to answer this question, and now he was only thinking of putting the puppet into the sword as soon as possible, and it would be over once and for all.

It was still a little bit close, a few more drops of blood should be enough, Shuhuai heaved a sigh of relief, and planned to cut open the wound that had healed more than half.But at this moment, Mo Yun suddenly hugged him from behind, and he watched helplessly as the kid stretched out his hand and slashed fiercely on the sword.

There was a hissing gasp in the ears, and Shu Huai also gasped. It has to be said that Mo Yun's blood really worked, and the only thing left dangling outside was the puppet's head.

Seeing that Shuhuai was going to touch the blade again, Mo Yun kept on doing it, brushing his hand a few times to make it miserable.Almost in an instant, the puppet disappeared, and even Taomu fell silent. Mo Yun closed his eyes, tried to spy on the illusion in the sword, and found that the fake dragon was sleeping under the demon tree, without a sound.

"Are you..." Shuhuai's shoulders trembled violently, and his voice was full of anger, "Are you out of your mind?!"

He raised his hand and showed Mo Yun the palm of his hand. The previous bloodstains had completely disappeared. Under the repair of spiritual energy, the wound healed quickly, and Mo Yun laughed with a "ha": "So you and Is peach wood one piece?"

The little wolf cub is really smart, and he told the truth in a single sentence. After a hundred years of blending with the aura of mahogany, Shuhuai has maintained a high degree of synchronization with it. Mahogany is not only his sword, but also a part of his body.

Shu Huai stared at Mo Yun's hand, feeling dizzy: "Don't do stupid things, why did you draw your hands like this - quickly let go, why are you holding me!"

After hearing this, Mo Yun not only didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter: "Does it hurt?"

Do you care if I hurt?Shuhuai rolled his eyes, and repeated that he wanted Mo Yun to let go. He was raising the child for Mo Yun's incompetent father, and he was not asking the little demon king to get hurt for himself. Now that this kind of thing happened, he undoubtedly did not like it. would like to see.

"I'm willing." Mo Yun rested his chin on his shoulder and said slowly, "I said it a few days ago, there are some things I want to tell you..."

"Say something quickly." Shuhuai was almost driven crazy by him, "After speaking, let go quickly, and I will get you medicine."

Where he couldn't see, the little wolf cub's eyes sparkled: "Then I told you, I like you very much."

Shuhuai thought that he was talking nonsense again, and just wanted to say perfunctorily that he also liked him, but suddenly realized that he forced the words back.He recalled Mo Yun's many actions, and the more he thought about it, the more his scalp became numb. He had been treating this kid like a younger brother, who knew if the other party saw him as his elder brother.

It's broken now, and Shuhuai's eyes go dark.

When he was still in the human world, he raised his younger sister for more than ten years, and he was born to love young creatures. To put it bluntly, he was full of fatherly love and motherly love.And the Little Demon King belongs to the category that lacks family affection. He hasn't seen his father for 200 years, and he hasn't seen his mother until the end of the day. When the two of them meet together, it's not surprising that the latter feels dependent.

"Why?" Shuhuai tried to guide him to find out what was wrong, "What do you like about me?"

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to word it: "You are very special, you are very good."

"There are many good people in the world, and I'm not the only one." Hearing this simple reason, Shuhuai felt that he really just said those words irresponsibly on a whim.

His answer made Mo Yun silent for a moment, but it was only a moment of silence. Not long after, Shuhuai heard him say again: "You are different, you are very special."

Regarding Shuhuai's routine and living habits, the little demon king has already figured it out clearly, but they haven't been together for a long time, which means that it's not the particularity of the time they spend together, but the particularity of the person they get along with.In the mountains of Yaozu, Gong Fei and Qing Mei have accompanied him for hundreds of years, but even today, he still doesn't know what they usually do. The comparison between the two is enough to highlight Shuhuai's place in his heart.

Now that Mo Yun has said this, Shu Huairuo still asks "what's the difference", which is too much like a parent's preaching. He thinks that he is not the elder of the other party, and there is no reason to criticize these behaviors with a superior attitude, so he Difficulty, did not give a response for a while.

In Shuhuai's perception, emotional matters are too troublesome, he has never considered these issues, and Mo Hui had no interest in matching him before.

What is love?From the surface, if someone has this kind of emotion in his heart, he will be very sad if his lover dies. When he himself dies, he will also be separated from his lover, and if he is lonely, he will be less worried. , that's probably the case, so Shuhuai never planned to develop a relationship, he was worried that he would not be able to forget the pain.

Besides, love is very risky, and there are too few true loves at first sight, so people are amazed.

To determine what kind of person the other person is, you can determine whether you really love this person, whether you should love this person, what will happen after falling in love with the other person, whether you can get together, and whether you will live happily.

Until these questions are settled, everything is an adventure that requires courage, but many people are willing to take risks precisely because they enjoy the madness of throwing everything at one basket.

They are exploring, most people in the world are exploring, but Shuhuai dare not let Mo Yun take risks, he thinks he is not a good person, Mo Yun said he is good, but he just didn't see his essence.

If you get stuck on this, I'm afraid you will miss a lot.

"You don't understand now." Shuhuai opened his mouth, but still helplessly spit out a sentence similar to preaching.

"Why don't I understand?" Mo Yun really couldn't listen, he seemed to be holding the book obediently, but he was refuting the other party's point of view, "Do you think I just fell in love at first sight, or fell in love at first sight?"

Shu Huai had taught him the meaning and difference between these two words, obviously he couldn't be classified as Meng Li's side, but Shu Huai also didn't think it could be regarded as love at first sight.

Shuhuai tried to make the little demon king understand that he only had a sense of dependence on him, but the other party wanted to say that the aura of Shuhuai made him feel at ease, and this alone was unique in the Three Realms.

The little wolf cub held such an opinion, so Shuhuai had no choice but to start from the perspective of aura. Mo Yun liked the aura on him, perhaps because he was similar to peach wood, and peach wood was the sword of Mo Yun's biological mother. So love sticks to him, most likely because of missing his mother.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it could be explained, so he really said it.

Mo Yun finally couldn't hold back his anger, and was faintly aroused: "Whether I like people or swords, can I still not tell the difference?"

"This..." Shuhuai thought hard, not knowing how to explain it.His eyes wandered around, and suddenly landed on Taomu, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "From now on, you will sleep with the sword in your arms, and it should feel the same as holding me. You should sleep with Taomu tonight—" —Let’s do this first, let go quickly, and I’ll get you the medicine.”

Mo Yun: "..."

The little wolf cub gritted his teeth, and reluctantly let go.

The mahogany was casually thrown on the table by the book, and the blade of the sword flickered alone. When Mo Yun saw it, he wanted to be angry. Why should he sleep with the sword in his arms? There is a clear difference between a sword and a person.